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A early day

A early day

A day early. Don’t worry be snappy: embrace your chains. Otherwise just carry on streaming from your couch, and make sure the stars don’t fade.

I hate the rollout of online advertising, accompanied by Hollywood shlock about actors who’ve become horrible through plastic surgery or addiction. I don’t want to watch old men fall apart. If that’s what I wanted, I would have watched the news.

There’s a sad picture of Nick Nolte, with an amputated leg, that keeps popping up. The suggestion is that we need to be reminded to feel something, now that he is old and sick, since he was once the world’s most handsome man.

We are warned against becoming what Nick has become. It’s so unfair on everyone.

Apparently, ‘We have all become living specimens in the spectral light of ethnology.’ That’s the word from the famous philosopher Baudrillard, who believed that we are being watched all the time. Studied and surveilled.

Is it so bad to discover that we live on a kind of movie set? On this set, are certain people intentionally deprived of money and food? There is apparently a cabal of aliens watching us, as we go about our business — or their business, as the conspiracy would have it.

There is a short clip on YouTube that shows the British Prime Minister’s briefcase changing colour in broad daylight. This apparently proves the sinister plot we’re living through. The aliens have indeed landed.

I just cannot figure out what arts practitioners are supposed to do about it. Just try to figure out if the aliens are also running the art galleries, I guess. #fringetheartist

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